“SHE IS PLANNING to go down,” said Rakiz Lemoir in a whispered voice. He was now hunched atop the rooftop parallel to the restaurant that Diana Ritchell was situated along with her prospective mate.
A voice whispered back in a yelling tone. Her hot breath fanned over Rakiz Lemoir’s nape, making shivers run amok down his spine. “I thought that zhe ran away from him the first time they met?”
“Goddess, Laville! Stop acting like a freaking mushroom, will you?” Rakiz Lemoir snapped.
Laville, who was Shinor’s chosen beta and the Black Ridge Pack’s new beta, merely rolled her eyes.
Rakiz Lemoir’s attention was now fixated on the sun-kissed woman with kinky hair that reached her slim waist as if it was her second skin. He continued even when for a lapse of a moment, he went lost from her pool
